God Got Us! (EP Version) O'mighty Zeus

Preachers saying God got us, but the devil's out
You talk about being at the bottom of the stockpile
You was giving hand-me-downs
I don't wanna hear it
I'm from the spots where they chain you down
In court for a minute
I mean, I speak for what I know, that the streets was feeling
I mean, I feel my black brothers and sisters
In truth and spirit
Nowadays, we wear suits
To hide anguish and fear
I feel my niggas that be shedding a tear
Just sitting there
You do for so much, but they stab you
That trust turned a avenue
At tabernacles, they pray to a statue
I don't give God enough of my time
Cause mines is thrown and collapsed too
All the bullshit that's at work
It leisurely comes natural
And that's not good
Knock on wood, this won't last too
In my hood, they kill for the goods
Sit back and laugh too
I'm disturbed by the past
Lot of shit had to learn fast
I've emerged from this shit, why? Cause I had to
I'm back in my bag, but I wanna take my niggas with me
The love I gained out, it was a plenty
Couldn't turn to everybody, when shit turned empty
Hate turned into envy
Fates turned deadly
This was real hefty